Hurt {Clifford}

We're All Alone And We Suck

Journal entry 3

I think everyone feels alone at some point.

I think people sometimes are at their happiest when they are alone.

I think I am alone.

I know my parents are here for me; I know my friends are always here for me but in the end it is, and always will be, just me.

Yes, I am happy. Yes, I do live a happy and healthy life, I have a roof over my head, I have food to eat, and I am alive.

I am alive.

I am a breathing, living, eating animal. I am just another person to mourn when I die, I am nothing more than a speck in life's eye. I know I am this, yet no one will believe me.

I understand I am human, but everyone around me doesn't. I feel as if I have all the facts but when I tell them people reject them, like they don't believe them even though they are true.

Listen, I keep this journal in honor of my mind. Also, because I have too. I find my mind to be a vast wonderland filled with intelligence and secrets, kind of like a story book; but no one wants me to narrate my book. They don't find me interesting, I guess.

Now, I'm not going to come out and say, "Everyone will care when I'm dead." Or something like that, because that's dumb. Of course people care. I bet my dog or, like, my mom care about me. I think Kasandra would care about me, we've been friends since the 6th grade.

Earlier today, I texted her.

"I'm not mad anymore, sorry." She said.

I was happy, then she brought up the problem again.

"You're being unreasonable, Kasandra, I don't know what you want from me." I asked her, after she sent me about three paragraphs about how much I basically suck at being a human being.

"Bye, you suck." Was the last thing she wrote to me.

I guess I do kind of suck. I think everyone kind of sucks in a way.

I feel like I kind of suck sometimes.

Do other people not feel like that?

I hope they do.